One Hundred Broken Mirrors| Camilo Angst | Encanto

Cracks and Visions

Tw: Blood, Gore, Death (No one actually dies dw) Swearing

Antonio's and Mirabels footsteps were in sync with each other whilst walking slowly towards the stairs. Everyone in the audience held their breath as they walked up the stairs, hand in hand, treading closer to the glistening candle. Camilo moved his gaze towards Pepa, who was hugging Felix tightly, tiny clouds began forming over her head, and Felix began to try and soothe her whenever he saw them.

He really is a good husband, Camilo thought.

Even though Pepa looked anxious for the candle itself, and what Antonio's fate would be if he didn't get one either, Camilo noticed a glint of hatred blaze through her eyes, a dark fire that burned the longer she saw it.

Camilo closed his eyes and slowly exhaled. He took a moment to think about how his mother had looked at the candle the same way the day he got his gift. The same fire flickering dangerously inside. Clearly, Pepa had something she strongly disliked about the candle, and Camilo wanted to find out why.

A second later, he felt Julietas hand slip from his.

As soon as Camilo opened his eyes again, he stared at where Julieta was in shock.

No, please....not again! Not now!

Julieta was gone.

Everyone, was gone.

Camilo, tired already of whoever was playing these little mind games with him, frantically looked around for any sign that this had to be some stupid prank. Then again, no one could've disappeared in such a short amount of time, let alone an entire audience.

Camilo clenched his fists together. "What the hell do you want from me?!" He yelled.

"You know exactly why you're here," Carlos' voice thundered.

Camilo spun in all directions, desperately trying to find his 'twin'.

"Where are you?"

"Oh so we're playing hide and seek now? Okay then, come find me," He said again.

Camilo covered his ears trying to block it out.

"What's wrong? Scared are you?" Carlos taunted.

"I'm not afraid of you,"

"Well you definitely proved THAT this afternoon," His voice rang in Camilos mind.

Memories of him flipping over the photo of him flashed through his mind.

"That doesn't- Stop it!"

"Come on, why won't you come and find me?"

"Because I know you're not real!" Camilo pressed against his ears tighter.

He suddenly slowly felt as if he was being forced to remove his hands from his ears. He then began opening his eyes as well.

"Stop it! I don't want to hear you anymo-" He started.

Camilo looked at what was in front of him in fear.

Thick, crimson blood dripped all the way down the stairs, illuminated by the dimly lit lights and candles, now flickering more and more with every passing minute.

But what absolutely horrified Camilo the most, was what laid down at the very bottom of the stairs.

Antonio's head, coated in a velvet mess. His body severed into several parts, scattered near the top, also drenched in blood.